Isabella’s face was deathly pale as Sebastian pushed her wheelchair, while Ethan played beside them.
To anyone watching, they looked like the perfect little family.
I shifted my gaze away, keeping my expression calm. If I hadn’t been pushed down by Sebastian that night and forced to come here for treatment, I would never have set foot in Prescott Medical Center again.
Cassandra leaned in and whispered to me, but neither of us had any intention of acknowledging my soon-to-be ex-husband and his so-called dear sister. Unfortunately, some people clearly thought otherwise.
"Juliana, you’re here too."
Isabella’s soft, delicate voice rang out. I turned around and, sure enough, the three of them were standing right behind me.
Sebastian’s gaze locked onto my casted leg with a complicated expr
